eyeless jack x reader

chapter two

My morning starts with a migraine. I get out of bed and make my way to the kitchen, for water and some painkillers. I rub the back of my head, feeling the root of my pain. I was right, most of my hair on the back of my head has been forcibly pulled out.

I grab a fresh bottle of water, and reach into the cupboard for Advil. I take 3, and drink a few gulps of water. I look at the time, it's 12:28pm. I sigh, it's the weekend thankfully.

I walk over to my couch, sitting on the soft fabrics, I pull my laptop towards me. Turning it on, I go to Hulu to play South Park. I watch the show for a bit before I got bored and started scrolling through my social media. My phone starts ringing from an oncoming call from my mother.

"Hi, mom." I answer my phone, and wait for a reply. I hear screaming on her end.

"Y/N!" My mom yells through the phone.

"Mom? What's happening? Are you okay?" I say into my phone. My hands shaking.

"So, that's your name, huh? Y/N. Pretty name for a pretty girl." That raspy voice from last night suddenly speaks up. My heart drops.

"Please leave her alone! I didn't do anything to you!" Tears start streaming down my face.

"Don't worry, I don't want your mother. I want you. Although, your mother is in good health. I might just take her as a snack." He chuckles lowly. I hear my mother scream. "If you're silent, dear, I'll make it quick."

"Do not fucking touch my mother!" I yell into the phone. "If you hurt her, I swear to God."

The voice cuts me off, he's laughing at me. "There is no God. Wish your mother goodbye, but don't worry, I'll be there soon for you, Y/N." He purrs at my name then hangs up.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Think, Y/N. What do I do?

I run into my room and change my clothes. I change into dark skinny jeans, and a simple hoodie. I tie my hair back into a pony tail, and turn my apartment upside down looking for a suitable weapon.

After scrambling around my apartment for half an hour, I find a few things. I find a metal hello kitty baseball bat, my pepper spray, and a pocket knife. I move my couch against the front door, and make sure all my windows are closed.

I sit in a corner of my apartment, farthest away from the door and any windows. I pull a chair with me and sit there, to wait for this fucking freak.

My heart pounds in my chest as I wait. My migraine is back, and I'm scared to leave my spot.

The hours pass by, and there is no sign of Him, my anxiety skyrockets by each passing minute. My eyes want to close, but I refuse to go to sleep. He said he'd be here soon, my mothers house is not far from mine. I know he's toying with me.

My eyelids are betraying me by fluttering close. I can't fall asleep. Despite how much I want to. My head starts getting heavy, and I soon struggle to stay awake.

I hear a window break, and I'm immediately on my feet, bat in hand, ready to strike. There's a thumping noise, and then something starts to roll in my direction.

The shadow looks like a disformed basketball, it's lumpy. I walk over to it cautiously, and poke it with the bat. It's not a ball.

Its my mom's head. Her once soft features are contorted into a terrifying sight. Her chin is dislocated so she's permanently silently screaming, and both her eyes are missing from their sockets. I choke the vomit rising, I know he's here. I swing the bat around me, trying to make my way to the wall without turning my back to the direction my mother's head was sent from. I hear a soft thump from the metal bat hitting the wall, I press my back flat against it.

"I know you're here, stop fucking around." I say aloud.

There is a throaty chuckle, and the figure appears from the shadows. "Y/N, your apartment is a mess. Didn't your mother tell you to clean your room? Last time I was here, it was clean. My dear, what happened?"

I let out a dry laugh and grip my bat more. "You killed my mother, and there's a freak trying to kill me. I don't have time to clean. Now, it's my turn to ask questions. Who are you?"

He scoffs at me. "Jack. My name is Jack. Eyeless Jack."

I hear soft footsteps coming towards me. "Do not come near me." I warn, he laughs and continues to walk closer.

"I can hear your erratic heartbeat, I hear your pulse, and your shallow breaths. I can smell your fear. You reek of it." His footsteps get closer, and I swing.

He growls, and grabs the bat. He yanks it from my hand and I stumble forward. He grabs me by my throat and pins me against a wall. I use one hand to grab the spray in my pocket, and the other to push him away. I am able to reach for his mask, I rip it off, and pepper spray him.

Nothing happens.